“I don’t know what the media does because my son is always into some type of drama,”
Mom told me.
“Ma, you remember Tripp,” I said, planting a kiss on her forehead.
“Tripp, do you worry your mother the way Kash worries me?” she asked, turning her
back to head inside the house.
He exchanged a smile with her, then shook his head. “No, ma’am,” Tripp said.
“He’s lying, Ma,” I said. I shoved him in the arm, and he play boxed with me.
“Anyone hungry?” Mom asked as she sauntered off to the kitchen.
I rubbed my stomach “No, we just ate.”
“Tell me about this woman, Kamden,” she demanded.
I groaned, not in the mood to have another conversation about my love life.
“The only woman I’m worried about is you,” I replied.
“Josie called me,” Mom said as she pulled the cookies out of the oven.
